The company I work for has had a fresh posture open up, head of the HR hard. I will be providing a speech, vying with trio of my fucking partners for the prestigious stance which means higher pay, stock options, and a big personal office (instead of the cubicle that I've been working in since I began this job). My s's come down and make joy of my suit, the last thing I need when tensions are already high, I pray them to give me 5 minutes of experience time before I have to leave. They snigger together, romping joy at me all the way to the kitchen.I proceed to experience my speech, the hard wants to instill to our shareholders the importance of our equal chance for studs and chicks, minorities, and sensitivity of equality inbetween the sexism, equal pay for equal work. Our fortune 500 company has been a trail blazer for civil rights in the 50's and 60's, and now other companies view to us for instance on all equality issues. The recent election has the shareholders concerned about women's rights in specific, and my speech will rest all these concerns, to demonstrate them that our company, Clifford and Lowenstein, will always be on the right side of history.The lady come back and interrupt my speech experience, yet again. They want to apologize, they palm me a bottle of water. I sneer at them cutely as I sip the water, soothing my exhausted jaws, dry from so much experience. The women explain that they miss me, and that the trio of us are more than b and s's, we're "hottest mates." I sneer and invite them to my speech, "you'll witness what I've been working on the past 6 months." I watch Riley and Jillian laser concentrated on my trousers. I sight down and I spot it, a immense, pulsing bulge. It looks ridiculous! How am I going to give a speech on keeping sexism out of the workplace with a mad boner?!I sight up at their chortling faces, they're so satisfied with themselves. They have no idea that they are demolishing the chance of my lifetime. Hell, hundreds of people at work would give their left nut sack for an chance like this, and view what they have done to me. I am raging, they have to help me, I don't want to be a crank, but this is simply a matter of getting rid of a problem THEY created. They hear the desperation in my voice, they know they've got to pay for it.The clock is ticking. I have to be on stage for the presentation in 20 minutes. The dolls will drain me. The nymphs will right this wrong, no matter what part of their bods they have to sacrifice for it: their facehole, their cooch, there is no confine. I see as they give way to my every fad and desire. I'm looking into Jillian's eyes, yes-- she loves it. I listen to Riley snivel as I penetrate her deep and rock hard, she wants it..